[Richard keeps unbuttoning the front, revealing is bare skin a bit by bit all the way until almost identical pink line comes to sight. The scar on his left breast, left by the knife from their time at the inn. He rolls his shoulders back, allowing the fabric to fall loose over his shoulders. All that Silco would need to do is dip his chin and look down to have a view of some of the round flesh that formed his breasts.
His heart begins to beat faster when Silco moves closer, bringing up a faint pink flush over his neck and cheeks. Finally some warmth and color to his pale features. He reaches up to coil his hand behind his lover's neck, the leather covered fingers caressing the tender skin below his ear. The closeness of another body, the pair of lips ghosting on his lips, daring hands venturing forward up along his thighs. All of them quietly promising him of something more.
Richard can feel his heart beat faster as he gazed up into Silco's mismatched eyes, lips moving down to brush against the older man's jawline.]
In that case, [He whispers, voice sweet and smooth saccharine. The rosy lips press a chaste kiss on the man's chin and he rolls his hips forward -- tempting the other one to press further.], I suppose it is all matter of who's teeth are the sharpest. [And with that, Richard tilts his head so that their lips can finally meet.
Except not.
The moment their lips come to contact Richard moves. Just in a blink of an eye, his free hand moves to grab the knife - this time actually going for it and pulling it out of the table, while the other one slips down to grab Silco's throat. He uses the sturdy desk for support as he bounces off it, pushing the other man back against the chair while surging after him. All done in one smooth move, clearly sign of long and hard practice of a soldier.]
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Date: 2024-12-26 02:18 am (UTC)His heart begins to beat faster when Silco moves closer, bringing up a faint pink flush over his neck and cheeks. Finally some warmth and color to his pale features. He reaches up to coil his hand behind his lover's neck, the leather covered fingers caressing the tender skin below his ear. The closeness of another body, the pair of lips ghosting on his lips, daring hands venturing forward up along his thighs. All of them quietly promising him of something more.
Richard can feel his heart beat faster as he gazed up into Silco's mismatched eyes, lips moving down to brush against the older man's jawline.]
In that case, [He whispers, voice sweet and smooth saccharine. The rosy lips press a chaste kiss on the man's chin and he rolls his hips forward -- tempting the other one to press further.], I suppose it is all matter of who's teeth are the sharpest. [And with that, Richard tilts his head so that their lips can finally meet.
Except not.
The moment their lips come to contact Richard moves. Just in a blink of an eye, his free hand moves to grab the knife - this time actually going for it and pulling it out of the table, while the other one slips down to grab Silco's throat. He uses the sturdy desk for support as he bounces off it, pushing the other man back against the chair while surging after him. All done in one smooth move, clearly sign of long and hard practice of a soldier.]